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I am a magazine ; ; my name is Guideposts ; ; this issue that you are reading marks my 15th anniversary .

When I came into being , 15 years ago , I had one primary purpose : to help men and women everywhere to know God better , and through knowing Him better to become happier and more effective people . That purpose has never changed .

When you read me , you are holding in your hands the product of many minds and hearts . Some of the people who speak through my pages are famous ; ; others unknown . Some work with their hands . Some have walked through pain and sorrow to bring you their message of hope . Some are so filled with gratitude , for the gift of life and the love of God , that their joy spills out on the paper and brightens the lives of thousands whom they have never known , and will never see .

Fifteen years ago , there were no Guideposts at all . This month a million Guideposts will circulate all over the world . Experts in the publishing field consider this astounding . They do not understand how a small magazine with no advertising and no newsstand sale could have achieved such a following .

To me , the explanation is very simple . I am not doing anything , of myself . I am merely a channel for something .

What is this something ? ? I cannot define it fully . It is the force in the universe that makes men love goodness , even when they turn away from it . It is the power that holds the stars in their orbits , but allows the wind to bend a blade of grass . It is the whisper in the heart that urges each one to be better than he is . It is mankind's wistful yearning for a world of justice and peace .

All things are possible to God , but He chooses -- usually -- to work through people . Sometimes such people sense that they are being used ; ; sometimes not .

Fifteen years ago , troubled by the rising tide of materialism in the post-war world , a businessman and a minister asked themselves if there might not be a place for a small magazine in which men and women , regardless of creed or color , could set forth boldly their religious convictions and bear witness to the power of faith to solve the endless problems of living .

The businessman was Raymond Thornburg . The minister was Norman Vincent Peale . Neither had any publishing experience , but they had faith in their idea . They borrowed a typewriter , raised about $2,000 in contributions , hired a secretary , persuaded a couple of young men to join them for almost no pay and began mailing out a collection of unstapled leaflets that they called Guideposts .

Compared to the big , established magazines , my first efforts seemed feeble indeed . But from the start they had two important ingredients : sincerity and realism . The people who told the stories were sincere . And the stories they told were true .

For example , early in my life , when one of my editorial workers wanted to find out how churches and philanthropic organizations met the needs of New York's down-and-outers , he didn't just ask questions . Len LeSourd went and lived in the slums as a sidewalk derelict for ten days .

That was nearly 13 years ago . Len LeSourd is my executive editor today .

Many of you are familiar , I'm sure , with the story of my early struggles : the fire in January , 1947 , that destroyed everything -- even our precious list of subscribers . The help and sympathy that were forthcoming from everywhere . The crisis later on when debts seemed about to overwhelm me .

That was when a remarkable woman , Teresa Durlach , came to my aid -- not so much with money , as with wisdom and courage . `` You're not living up to your own principles '' , she told my discouraged people . `` You're so preoccupied that you've let your faith grow dim . What do you want -- a hundred thousand subscribers ? ? Visualize them , then , believe you are getting them , and you will have them '' ! !

And the 100,000 subscribers became a reality . And then 500,000 . And now a million January Guideposts are in circulation .

With our growth came expansion into new fields of service . Today more than a thousand industries distribute me to their employees . They say all personnel have spiritual needs which Guideposts helps to meet . Hundreds of civic clubs , business firms and individuals make me available to school teachers throughout the land . They say it helps them bring back into schools the spiritual and moral values on which this country was built .

Thousands of free copies are sent each month to chaplains in the Armed Forces , to prison libraries and to hospitals everywhere . Bedridden people say I am easy to hold -- and read . Three years ago it became possible to finance a Braille edition for blind readers .

Throughout these exciting years I have been fortunate for , although I have never offered great financial inducements , talent has found its way to me : William Boal who so ably organizes business operations ; ; John Beach who guides circulation ; ; Irving Granville and Nelson Rector who travel widely calling on business firms .

Searching for the best in spiritual stories , my roving editors cover not only the country , but the whole world . Glenn Kittler has been twice to Africa , once spending a week with Dr. Albert Schweitzer . Last summer John and Elizabeth Sherrill were in Alaska . Van Varner recently returned from Russia .

Twice a month the editorial staff meets in New York for an early supper , then a long evening of idea-exchange . Around the table sit Protestant , Catholic , and Jew . Each contributes something different , and something important : Ruth Peale , her wide experience in church work ; ; Sidney Fields , years of experience as a New York columnist ; ; Catherine Marshall LeSourd , the insight that has made her books world-famous and Norm Mullendore , the keen perception of an advertising executive .

There are people who travel long distances to assure my continued existence . Elaine St. Johns may fly in from the West Coast for the editorial staff meetings . Starr Jones gets up every morning at five o'clock , milks his family cow , attends to farm chores , and then takes a two-hour train trip to New York . Arthur Gordon comes once a month all the way from Georgia .

We have also seen the power of faith at work among us . Rose Weiss , who handles all the prayer-requests that we receive , answering each letter personally , has the serene selflessness that comes from suffering : she has had many major operations , and now gets about in a limited way on braces and crutches . Recently , John Sherrill was stricken with one of the deadliest forms of cancer . We prayed for John , during surgery , we asked others to pray ; ; all over the country a massive shield of prayer was thrown around him . Today the cancer is gone .

Perhaps it is not fair to mention some people without mentioning all . But , you see , those who are not mentioned will not resent it . That is the kind of people they are .

Perhaps you think the editorial meetings are solemn affairs , a little sanctimonious ? ? Not so . Serious , yes , but also much laughter . Sharp division of opinion , too , and strenuous debate . There are brain-wracking searches for the right word , the best phrase , the most helpful idea . And there is also something intangible that hovers around the table . A good word for it is fellowship . A shorter word is .

Each meeting starts with a prayer , offered spontaneously by one member of the group . It takes many forms , this prayer , but in essence it is always a request for guidance , for open minds and gentle hearts , for honesty and sincerity , for the wisdom and the insights that will help Guideposts' readers .

For you , readers , are an all-important part of the spiritual experiment that is Guideposts . I need your support , your criticism , your encouragement , your prayers .

I am a magazine ; ; my name is Guideposts . My message , today , is the same as it was 15 years ago : that there is goodness in people , and strength and love in God .

May He bless you all .

Havana was filled with an excitement which you could see in the brightness of men's eyes and hear in the pitch of their voices . The hated dictator Batista had fled . Rumors flew from lip to lip that Fidel Castro was on his way to Havana , coming from the mountains where he had fought Batista for five years . Already the city was filled with Barbudos , the bearded , war-dirty Revolutionaries , carrying carbines , waving to the crowds that lined the Prado .

And then Castro himself did come , bearded , smiling ; ; yet if you looked closely you'd see that his eyes did not pick up the smile on his lips .

At first I was happy to throw the support of our newspaper behind this man . I am sure that Castro was happy , too , about that support . Diario De La Marina was the oldest and most influential paper in Cuba , with a reputation for speaking out against tyranny . My grandfather had been stoned because of his editorials . My own earliest memories are of exiles : my three brothers and I were taken often to the United States `` to visit relatives '' while my father stayed on to fight the dictator Machado .

When it was my turn , I , too , printed the truth as I knew it about Batista , and rejoiced to see his regime topple . None of us was aware that the biggest fight was still ahead .

I was full of hope as Fidel Castro came into Havana . Within a week , however , I began to suspect that something was wrong . For Castro was bringing Cuba not freedom , but hatred . He spent long hours before the TV spitting out promises of revenge . He showed us how he dealt with his enemies : he executed them before TV cameras . On home sets children were watching the death throes of men who were shot before the paredon , the firing wall .

Castro's reforms ? ? He seemed bent on coupling them with vengeance . New schools were rising , but with this went a harsh proclamation : any academic degree earned during Batista's regime was invalid .

Economic aid ? ? He had promised cheaper housing : arbitrarily he cut all rents in half , whether the landlord was a millionaire speculator or a widow whose only income was the rental of a spare room . Under another law , hundreds of farms were seized . Farm workers had their wages cut almost in half . Of this , only 50 cents a day was paid in cash , the rest in script usable only in `` People's Stores '' .

A suspicion was growing that Fidel Castro was a Communist . In my mind , I began to review : his use of hate to gain support ; ; his People's Courts ; ; his division of society into two classes , one the hero , the other the villain . But most disturbing of all were the advisers he called to sit with him in the Palace ; ; many came from Communist countries .

What should I do about it , I asked myself ? ? I had watched Castro handling his enemies before the paredon . There was no doubt in my mind that if I crossed him , mobs would appear outside our windows shouting `` Paredon ! ! Paredon ! !

What should I do ? ? I was proud of the new buildings which housed Diario now : the rotogravures , gleaming behind glass doors ; ; the thump and whir of our new presses . Here was a powerful , ready-made medium , but it could speak only if I told it to .

Then one day , early in January , 1960 , I sat down at my desk , and suddenly I was aware of the crucifix . It was a simple ivory crucifix which my mother had given me . I had mounted it on velvet and hung it over my desk to remind me always to use the power of the paper in a Christian manner . Now it seemed almost as if Jesus were looking down at me with sadness in His eyes , saying :

`` You will lose the paper . You may lose your life . But do you have any choice '' ? ?

I knew in that moment that I did not have any choice . From that day on I began to write editorials about the things I did not think correct in Fidel Castro's regime .